Babysitting with an aftertaste (Zim x reader) (On hold)

16. Waffles...bite size

I woke up in my room. Looking around... nothing has changed. At least not until I tried to get out off my bed. I couldn't reach the floor. That is when I noticed the changes.

That god for nothing brat had shrunk me to child size!

To be sure, my feet got me to the bathroom. Just to climb on the bathtub to get to the mirror is already proof enough, but my reflection made it even more clear. My scream woke up the entire neighbourhood, including an alien.

Zim stretched his body, before smiling, "Good morning to you too, little Y/N"

He heard how I stomped around in the living room, screaming for him to come up. But my weight didn't make it loud enough, making the irken smile wider, "Ah, sweet victory. Now, phase two of my evil plan." During that time, my stomping turned to a tantrum, throwing myself on the floor and scream constantly for that brat. Not aware that someone joined me, mimicking my behaviour.

"ZIMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!"

"ZIMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!"

"Get up here!!!"

"Get up here!!!"

"Wuahhhhh!!!"

"Wuahhhhh!!!"

"Gir, will you stop copying me!"

He smiled wide, "...hi Y/N"

"Hi Gir"

I stopped my performance, as the little robot went to the kitchen, only to come back with some ingredient, "Waffle time!!!!!"

"No Gir, no waffles"

"Wuahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" hitting me with the frying pan wasn't helping.

"Gir ow, stop owww. I can't do waffles!!!!!!!!!!!"

"...why not?..."

I sighted deeply, "I can't reach the tables, or the oven."

Hoping that this robot would give me off my back, it left me alone. Still waiting for that no good green kid to get his butt here, I lied on the ground and stared at the ceiling. Everything I had to do wasn't possible in my size.

"Dubi du bi du bi du bi du~"

"YOU!!!!"

Zim's happy dance didn't help, I could only see red. That irken needed something to protect himself, as I held the frying pan in my hand, "You're dead!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" In circles, I ran after that green kid. Every hit on his head made a squeaking sound. Still, he kept running.

"You look good short!"

"And you look good dead!"

"Who is the tall one now...woah!!!!!!!"

He didn't expect me to jump on him. Wrestling with him on the ground, we didn't notice Gir passing us, holding long boards, nails and a hammer. Our wrestling moment had stopped, as we heard loud nises coming from the kitchen. Curious, Zim and I checked it out. That robot had seriously made a ladder for the entire kitchen table and oven. His smile got wider, and his tongue stuck out, "Waffles!!!!!!!!!!"

Zim rolled his eyes, and I shook my head, "Oh no"

"YES!" it yelled. He pushed me towards it, "You make waffles..." and Zim towards the dinner table, "...you get the plates."

"Oh ok...wait...how dare you order me, I am Zim!!!!! Your master!"

"...so?"

"SO?! I will get no plates"

"Ill get them for you Zim" I shouted, followed by three plates thrown in his direction. Pity only one hit him in the face, making it flat. Gir clapped is hands together with joy, "Yay, again!"

"NO GIR!" we both yelled.

That situation was not how I imagined it. There I was, a little midget now, making waffles. Behind me sat Zim and Gir. One was bored to death and the other hits the knife and fork impatiently. The green kid chuckled lightly, placing his head on his hands. He looked like a movie villain, "So, how do you like your new...size?"

"As much as I like you...not at all"

"You better hurry, we got school today."

"Eh? School?"

The irken rubbed his hands together, grinning wide, "I signed you up, we will be in the same class."

"This has to be a nightmare."

"No, its school"

I was glad that I never have to go there again, seeing Ms. Bitters and her lectures about being doomed. I was doomed since I took on to take care of that brat. Zim was happy to see my sour face. He thought he was on the winning side.

His first bite, he realized that it wasn't that easy.

The irken choaked on the waffles, feeling sick, "What's in these waffles?!"

"Oh those, eh beans"

"WHAT?"

"YAY BEANS!!" Gir stuffed his down in seconds, "More!"

"Sorry Gir, yours aren't made of beans. There are just for Zim." Still trying to throw up the rest of the waffles, I grabbed him by the collar, "Listen up green bean, if you want to mess with me, then you better get ready to fight. Because I wont stop making your life a living hell, until I am back to my original size." Gir just watched us, smiling by the amount of waffles I left behind. That didn't stop me from pulling on to Zim's hair.

He panicked, keeping it in place, "Let got of my wig...I mean hair... let got of my hair!"

"No, we got to go to school. Your words, Zim"

"Owwww, let got...my anten...AHHHHHH!!!"

I pulled him all the way to school like that. Even as Dib saw me, I refused to let go that space boy. Dib didn't know how to react, seeing me up to eye level. Thankfully, my eyes told him that it was Zim's doing. His reaction was obvious, rolling his eyes, "Do you want to talk about it later?"

I nodded, "I thought you never asked. We can talk during break..." then, towards Zim, "...and you, get out of my sight."

"We are in the same class!"

"But not next to each other. I sit next to Dib."

Here I am. Back in that hideous school, with a horrible teacher, with an insane brat and ghost obsessed wierdo, how much worse can it be?